Reflections (Poetry)

innocence.

I miss being a child,
it was a simpler time,
because I was protected,
from the pain and crime.

dancing and singing,
that's all I knew,
laughing and crying,
I knew that too.

but there was always someone
to comfort me then,
I knew I would be safe,
and would be happy again.

but innocence soon dies
and reality sets in,
I have to fend for myself,
knowing I'll never win.